Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

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She knew her words had been harsh because only harshness could drive him away.

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Regardless, she wouldn't lie there without Curtis, and his comfort was well-intentioned. She had been a bit too cruel.

She got up from the bed and went downstairs.

In the living room, Curtis sat on the couch, his dirty shirt discarded and a first-aid kit beside him. He was struggling to treat a wound on his left shoulder.

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, he looked up, then quickly averted his gaze.

Leanne shuffled over and took the saline solution from his hand. "Turn your head." Curtis gave her a perplexed look but complied, revealing a cut on the back of his neck.

She cleaned his wound, applied iodine, and placed a sterile bandage. Then she grabbed an ice pack for the bruise on his shoulder, left by a bottle's shattering impact.

"That's cold," Curtis hissed.

"Just bear with it," Leanne replied.

They fell into silence, the villa wrapped in a quiet hush as the deep night flowed through the windows, bringing a touch of something, a subtle, lingering sorrow that belonged to no one in particular.

Maybe it belonged to the house that had witnessed three years of marriage.

Curtis turned away, and Leanne couldn't see his expression. After a moment, she heard him ask, "Why don't you wear the locket I gave you anymore?" Leanne's lashes trembled slightly. "Because it's from you." Curtis scoffed, “Because the danger comes from me, right?" Leanne replied, "I said that to upset you on purpose. Don't take it to heart." "Why would you want to upseton purpose?" Curtis grunted. “I was comforting you. Are you that ungrateful, needing to pushaway to feel better?" Perhaps the recent brush with danger and the relief of survival allowed them a rare moment of calm conversation like that.

Leanne explained, "I don't want to depend on you." "Why?" he pressed.

"You tell me." Leanne glanced at the clock, timing when to remove the ice pack to avoid frostbite. “We're divorced." Without warning, Curtis spun around, grasping her hands in his.

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His Adam's apple bobbed as he could no longer contain the tumultuous feelings. Lifting 2/3 14:36 Chapter 139 his deep eyes to hers, he said earnestly, “Anne, let's get back together. Can we try again?"

Leanne's hands were sandwiched between his warm palms and the ice pack, a torturous, contrast of hot and cold. Under Curtis' intense gaze, she stayed silent for a long while before shaking her head.

"No." she said.

The heat in Curtis' eyes gradually cooled as he looked at her detached, calm face.

"The person I hate most in this world is the one who kidnapped and killed my parents. The second is you, m Curtis." Leanne spoke slowly, as if the slower she spoke, the less likely she would awaken years of suppressed grievances. “These three years of marriage to your were painful, even more so than my days alone in the orphanage." Curtis' grip loosened, and his voice was rough. "Do you hatethat much?" Leanne replied, "I've hated you but never disliked you." Curtis' features were handsome, with a roguish charm when he smiled.

Che ched him quietly for a moment.

want to live well, preferably far away from you." 3/3

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